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On the old graves

are written the ancient prophecies.

The ancestral dust keep arcane secrets.

Unspeakable names with obscure passages.

The door to the realm of the deads

only opens when is opened by dead hands.

Rituals resound with echoes in the cavernous

caves of the ancestral burials forgotten.

Even death may die when

the relentless time forget it.

Breaking the barriers of the supernatural

the universal cycle loses his immortal nature.

The spheres that balance the mortal and divine

become chaos and destruction against creation.

Can not be controlled what escapes even time.

Can not be controlled what is no beginning or end.

When the light doesn't find exit and will blinded

by darkness everything will be swallowed by itself.

The beginning of the end and the end of the beginning.

All will end when everything start again.

When will be tell the last words of

the text carved in stone all will be silence.

Even death may die when

the relentless time forget it.

Then darkness devour darkness itself.

Time finally reach time long before

death existed in the domain of the giant spheres.

The death of the death when time devours itself.

Can not be controlled what escapes even time.

Can not be controlled what is no beginning or end.